Chapter 42
Survii
The feelings rushing through his body were indescribable. His brain had melted into goo in his skull, rendering him dumb and useless. He was nothing more than a tool for his adassi to use. A cock for her to milk to fill her nest.
And he loved it.
She bounced on his dick, her breasts bobbing, their skin slapping together with each jerk of her body against his.
Her hands balanced on his shoulders. Her thighs shaking around his hips.
Those beautiful curls of hers jumped and shook, her eyes gleamed, her body shined with a thin layer of perspiration that began to form.
His mate.
His.
This was what males fought and died for. This was the meaning of his life. Every female that ever crossed his path was worthless noise in his memories, because how could anything ever compare to Alanna? To his female. His.
Only his.
Forever.
Only.
The certainty of it struck his mind like lightning straight from the sky. It burned away everything that existed to him before.
There was only his female. The clench of her cunt around him. Begging, demanding, for his knot to seed his pups in her womb.
“Alanna, Vitralai,” he groaned, the desire to buck up against her fighting, and losing, against the need to just lay there. Let her use him. This was her nest. He was her male. He could serve no greater purpose than to be everything she needed.
And right now, her hungry little cunt needed his seed.
She reached between their bodies. He felt the tips of her fingers fluttering against the base of his knot as they moved fervently against her cute, stiff little clit.
He wanted to do that for her. He wanted to fuck her with his knot.
But he was her slave, helpless to do anything but lay there as the pressure built in his spine, in his sac, in his knot.
He clenched his teeth, growling, feeling his climax approaching. But needing her to come first. Needing to feel the fluttering of her walls around his cock. Milking him. Stroking him. Killing him in the sweetest way possible.
Her moans were coming faster. Going up in pitch. She collapsed over him, her hips shaking and struggling to keep up the pace as her own orgasm approached.
“Just like that, vi Vitralai. Own me. I’m yours, so take me,” he encouraged, wanting to help, but unable to move.
He couldn’t.
He belonged to her. Now, he had to make her his. He needed to fill her up. He needed to breed her. He had to bond her to him as he was to her.
She whimpered. Struggling without him. Desperately chasing her release with ever increasing fervor as it continued to dance just out of her reach.
“Take your pleasure, Alanna,” he ordered.
“I… I can’t… I need you,” she cried, rubbing her body against his.
“You have me, vi Alanna.” He kissed the side of her head. The closest he could reach. The very limit of his ability to move himself. “Always. I am yours. Use me. Fuck me.”
She tried. Grinding her clit against his pelvis. He groaned, fighting the urge to just let himself explode inside her. He wanted her to come first. He needed it.
“Look at you,” he growled as she continued to struggle. Her legs shaking, nearly giving out. “So kriking beautiful, bouncing on my cock. Taking my knot. You want my cum? You want it flooding your little womb?”
“Yes,” she keened, hips shaking. Panting. Vigorously rubbing her clit.
“I can’t wait to see it dripping from you. Painting your brown skin white. I’m going to pump you so full, you’ll feel me seeping from you for days.”
She moaned, head falling back. Her body shaking. He could feel the starting of the flutters in her channel that was her approaching orgasm. He continued-
“I can’t wait to use my other toys on you.
The spreader gaping your little ass so I can fuck it.
The massage oil that increases your sensitivity, so your entire body feels like a clit for a full mark.
The rings that open your throat and let you breathe so I can pour my seed directly into your belly.
The little nipple clasps that suck on them.
I’m going to turn your entire body into my personal little fuck toy.
Train you until you come with just a touch.
Until my cum is leaking from every hole.
Until I’ve completely broken your mind and driven you insane. ”
She screamed, head falling back, her entire body tight and shaking, her fingers pressing hard against her clit as the muscles of her cunt slammed down on his knot. The sudden increase in pressure made him roar as, finally, he broke.
White hot pleasure burned through his nerves. Jolting his body with so much electricity and melting his mind. He was the one who went insane as pump after pump of his seed rushed through his throbbing knot, into his female.
His.
Only.
His.
Alanna.
Everything.
Her weight collapsed across his chest and, finally, his arms were freed from the biological chains that kept him where she put him. He wrapped them around her, holding her close as her release continued to shake through her little body.
So cute. So perfect. So his.
For the life of him, Survii couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t wanted this. He thought back to those times he had dismissively rejected the idea of a mate and wondered how he could have been so completely stupid.
For the first time, he was complete. A part of himself finally settled into place that had been missing for so long, he hadn’t even known it wasn’t there until the lack was repaired. He was, at last, all he was meant to be. The best version of himself.
And nothing was important anymore except the female breathing quickly in his arms. Snuggled against him, his cock warmed in her slick, tight channel.
He ran his hand down her back, admiring first the curve down from her shoulders, then up over her sweet ass that he squeezed in greeting before traveling back up again.
“Vi adassi,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair so he could take a deep breath of her scent. So he could drown in her.
She lifted her head and smiled back at him. Then, wickedly, she squeezed all the muscles of her cunt, forcing more seed from his knot. He grunted, head falling back as his fingers dug into her hips, pressing her closer. Trying to somehow get deeper.
“We’re mated now,” she said, seeming to savor the words.
“We are,” he agreed. “You’re mine forever. No one can take you from me.”
“Who would be trying to take me from you?” She laughed, sitting up and back. Grinding his cock into her as she circled her hips. Torturing him.
He could barely control the long, stuttered breath that left him as some of his seed seeped past the plug of his knot and made a sticky, wet mess between them.
“So, what was that about toys?” She asked, running her finger through their combined slick.
He stilled. Staring. Watching with bated breath as she brought that finger to her mouth. Staring him right in the eyes, she began to suck it clean. Moaning at the taste of their juices. Running her free hand up to her tit and squeezing.
Survii growled as he threw her onto her back, coming over her with a wicked grin of his own.
“I’m going to own your body, Alanna,” he promised, catching her legs and folding her over until he could rest her ankles around his ears. Bending her nearly in half. “We’re not done until you can’t remember your name and your voice dies from screaming.
A little thrill went through her body. He felt it fluttering along his rod. It made him grin.
She liked that.
Of course, she did. His little mate loved losing herself.
And he was only too happy to oblige as he yanked his cock free. Allowed his seed to rise and begin flowing down her belly.
Then, he pushed back in, right up to the knot. Displacing all the white fluid, bathing her in it as he began to thrust in earnest.
He wasn’t nearly done.
And he had so many toys to play with.